I've never had much to do with golf--other than using televised tournaments as my designated nap time. I found myself pleasantly surprised, however, by Rick Reilly's column on Annika Sorenstam (Life of Reilly, April 4). It was refreshing to read an article that reminds me of the real reason I watch sports in the first place--for the pure and unbridled competition.
Sarah J. Schamberger, Sarasota, Fla.
Kicking It Around
I was very pleased to find an article about the U.S. soccer team in each of my last two SIs (Yes, Hard Feelings, March 28; Inside Soccer, April 4). Americans continue to bash soccer without trying to understand it, but one day the older generation will realize that Generation X is not only concerned about what was popular in sports when the baby boomers were kids.
Brian Griswold, Royal Oak, Mich.
As a 13-year-old boy growing up in Oakland in the summer of 1982, I collected anything related to baseball. I spent many nights riding BART trains home from A's games, reading lineup cards I had begged the visiting team's manager to give me as I hung over the dugout rail after the game was over. The Holy Grail of my lineup card collection has always been the one from June 23. This was the game--featured in your lineups time line--in which A's manager Billy Martin formed his lineup by pulling names from a hat, a desperate measure to put an end to a miserable losing streak. Kansas City Royals manager Dick Howser was clearly ill-prepared for Martin's last-minute stunt, as he had to cross out and rewrite the names of all nine A's players on his lineup card.
Tom LaChapelle San Luis Obispo, Calif.